Miraculous and Strange Encounters

By Gloria Davis

These five families along with their adult friends seem unique in their love for God and for their Bible study teacher, Mrs. Ruth, but all of them, including the teacher, are introduced to someone who calls himself Obadiah and seems very strange indeed! However, in the course of time, everyone seems to fall in love with this man so deeply they're saddened and devastated when he suddenly, one evening, leaves them in quite an unusual and most unsuspected way.

Who was this man, where did he come from, and why did he come to them?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fulton Books, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 26, 2022
• ISBN: 9781639851317

Gloria Davis

Gloria Davis is a loving wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother who appreciates the value of love and life with family and friends. Her ability to capture moments in time through the lens of her camera and seize the often unnoticed beauty of nature with an old paint brush is shown on the cover of her first masterpiece, Unconditional. Written from her heart, memories surfaced of thoughts of her parents who gave her unconditional love. “They didn’t just talk the talk, they lived the walk. The love between them I saw every day and the love they gave me I felt every day. Much of the heartfelt moments and faith in this book I have experienced and the lessons taught are those I learned.” Gloria resides in Texas with her husband, Walt.

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Miraculous and Strange Encounters

Gloria Davis

Copyright © 2022 Gloria Davis

All rights reserved

First Edition

Fulton Books

Meadville, PA

Published by Fulton Books 2022

ISBN 978-1-63985-130-0 (paperback)

ISBN 978-1-63985-131-7 (digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

Book 1

The Special Guest

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Book 2

The Four Messengers

Prologue

Chapter 1

Hannah Ruth Jacobs relaxed in her mother's lovely backyard, nearly falling asleep with her cat, Bouncer, stretched out on top of her as they both lay in one of the comfortable lawn chairs on the soft grass across from the pool. The yard seemed a beautiful oasis for Hannah on this warm and sunny afternoon, and she was glad she had at last decided to come and live with her mother. There were so many different trees, scrubs, bushes, and flowers, all of various kinds and colors. The grass was soft and mowed to a smooth bright-green carpet. Hannah could only recognize and name a few of the many trees that encircled the vast yard. Trees which made some areas of the large yard seem like a small forestlike getaway. She saw at least two oak trees, a cedar, and one pine tree. There was one spruce, with its sharp needles and woody pegs. Then of course there were the cypress trees, at least nine, that surrounded both sides of the pool area. Five were on the outside in front of the large Fiberglass gate that had sections acting as fencing, separating the pool from the rest of the yard. Each of the five trees were stationed between sections of the fence. On the ground below were lots of hydrangeas, with their large blooms of pink, purple, and blue colors and with green leaves popping through the blossoms.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Book 3

Divide and Conquer

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The next day, Alan Larsen and his grandfather were nearly finished with their dollhouse project for Cousin Polly. They, with the secret help of Alan's friend Jacob Conner, whom Alan had spoken with many times over the phone in these past few weeks and who had also sent Alan printed diagrams and written correspondence in order to explain certain procedures, had finally been able to complete the work. They had to build each part of this large dollhouse in sections so that it could be sent to Curt and Patricia Evans, who would put it together for Polly. It had been a very hard and trying job, with a few sad setbacks and much discouragement. But Frank and Jessica continued to pray for their son, that he and his grandfather would persevere through it all to complete their task.

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

About the Author

Book 1

The Special Guest

Chapter 1

Twelve-year-old Sharon McCarthy waited, but not very patiently, outside the back door of Joseph Dickerson's house. Both she and her eleven-year-old friend attended a small children's Bible study given in the home of a widow who also attended the church Sharon and her parents belonged to.

Both of Sharon's parents had given her their permission to go to these studies, even though at the time they didn't know a great deal about the widow herself or what she was actually teaching the children. They did know, however, that she was a strong born-again Christian who loved God with all her heart. They had met this lady, Mrs. Ruth, after services one Sunday and felt her to be a warm and friendly person. Therefore, when Sharon came home one afternoon and asked if she could start visiting Mrs. Ruth's classes, her mother, Lydia, thought it a good and valuable activity for her daughter, and after talking it over with her husband, Sam, they both gave their permission.

But young Joseph's parents felt differently, so Joseph had to attend these studies secretly. Although his parents were nice enough and also attended church, it was different than the one the McCarthys attended. Because of this, they were reluctant to have their son going, since they didn't know exactly what was being taught, and they had never met Mrs. Ruth.

When little Joseph Dickerson finally came through his back door, he seemed excited. Hi, Sharie! Come on, let's go before my mom sees us! I didn't bring my Bible this time because my mom has started sticking Bible verses in it for me to memorize, and she hasn't done it yet today, so I'd better leave it this time. It is Saturday, isn't it?

Yes, Sharon answered, but why are you so happy today, Joey?

Aw, don't you remember? Mrs. Ruth said she's going to have a surprise waiting for us this time!

Oh yeah! I wonder what it is, Sharon said, laughing. Say, Joey, I know your mom and dad don't want you to come to our studies, so where are you telling them you're going? It's not right to lie to them, you know.

Joseph's face changed, and his countenance seemed to darken. He shrugged, saying, I know, but I like coming to Mrs. Ruth's classes. I'm not doing anything wrong.

But you are, Joey! You're sneaking off all the time, and I'm starting to feel guilty too.

Joseph stopped his pace and turned so quickly to face Sharon that she was caught off guard and had to take a step back. His face reddened, and he clenched his hands into fists. You don't have to feel no guilt, Sharie, he said, trying not to but still showing his frustration. You can stop going with me anytime you want. I know the way, and I can go by myself!

I want to keep going with you, Joey! I just wanted to know where your mom thinks you take off to all the time.

Aw, she's all right! I just tell her I'm going to the YMCA to play, to do crafts and stuff.

Oh, Sharon said quietly. But why don't they want you to come to the Bible class, I wonder? They're Christians, aren't they?

I don't want to talk about it no more, Sharie. Just leave me alone about it, okay?

Sharon slumped her shoulders and swallowed. All right, she whispered, and they continued on their way to Mrs. Ruth's.

Upon arriving at Mrs. Ruth's home, they were greeted at the door by the lady herself. Mrs. Ruth was a slightly rounded figure, with a sweet smiling face and twinkling blue eyes. Her grayish-blond hair was worn in a long braid that hung down on the right side of her plump face, just below her shoulder. She spoke with a slight accent since she was from Israel, but her command of the English language was faultless. Hello there! she sang out over the voices of the other five or six children already there inside. How are my favorite students today? Joseph and Sharon grinned from ear to ear, giving Mrs. Ruth a big hug together, then hurried inside to greet their friends. When everyone had had time to speak to one another, Mrs. Ruth asked that they all be seated in a circle on the soft carpet, as was their usual routine. Then she called for silence.

Today's lesson, children, Mrs. Ruth began, will be about you!

Everyone looked at each other, wondering, then again at Mrs. Ruth. One little girl by the name of Paula, who was a little younger than Sharon, raised her hand and asked, Is this the surprise you promised to bring us, Mrs. Ruth?

Not altogether, was her reply, but it's a part of the surprise. There arose an excited murmur from the children, as each young face showed the anticipation of what might be coming next.

Now, Mrs. Ruth continued, her blue eyes shining, "we are going to learn what the Bible teaches about children like yourselves. We'll learn what Jesus taught, then we'll learn what Paul the apostle said about children. We'll also see how your parents should treat you and how you should treat them. Afterward, we will have a special guest who's come to visit with us today, a very special guest indeed!

All right then, said Mrs. Ruth smiling. Let's get our Bibles, and we'll open them first to the book of Matthew. Do we all remember how to find Matthew, children? Everyone answered yes, and so Mrs. Ruth continued.

Let's look now at the nineteenth chapter and then at the fourteenth verse. Here you'll see what Jesus said to His disciples when they didn't want children like you to be brought to Him. Mrs. Ruth read the scripture and asked if they all understood.

Yes, Sharon responded, as she raised her hand. We will all be in heaven.

Yes, you certainly will, said the teacher. But what it really means here is that all of us must become as innocent as children. We must all realize that we don't actually know much of anything. We have to understand that we're never to judge others, but we must love them without fearing them, and we must depend on Christ Jesus and follow Him, doing everything that God the Father tells us to do. You see, you're already just children, she said, pointing to each of them, but all grown-ups like myself must become God's children.

Wow! Joseph said in an amazed tone of voice. You mean adults have to act like kids?

Mrs. Ruth smiled and laughed softly. No, but we must become as little children in our attitude and have total dependence on God. We often have a lack of understanding, as children often do. But we can know that, as our Father, God will always care for us. He will help us to understand everything, and He will always be there to love and protect us, just like your own fathers do, yet even more so, since God is the true Father of all and to all who come to Him. He's the true Father of your parents too, if they've come to know Him.

Then Mrs. Ruth told the children what the Apostle Paul wrote in Ephesians concerning obedience to their parents and about honoring their father and mother so that they might stay well and live long. She also mentioned a verse in Colossians about obeying their parents in all things because it was pleasing to the Lord.

Well then, a boy said loudly, with a disgruntled look on his face, we have to be good and mind our parents, but they can be mean to us if they want to, right? That's not fair!

All the children turned to look at this young man, then at Mrs. Ruth for her response.

What is your name again, child? Mrs. Ruth asked as kindly as she knew how.

Kenny, answered the boy, who still looked rather upset. Mrs. Ruth rose from her seat and approached Kenny and stopped in front of his small frame. She smiled widely and said, No, indeed, Kenny! Parents are not supposed to treat children meanly or roughly, especially if they themselves are God's children.

Kenny stood up and cried out to Mrs. Ruth, amazing the whole class. Well, mine do! I don't know if they're God's children or not. I just know that they're sometimes real mean to me!

Mrs. Ruth bent over and took Kenny's hand and led him away, out of the circled group. She gave him a big hug and said, Kenny dear, I'm sure your parents don't mean to treat you unkindly, and I'm sure they do love you. But I think that at times they may forget what the Bible teaches when it tells fathers not to anger or irritate their children. They aren't to annoy or cause you to be discouraged, and I think you're feeling a little discouraged right now. But Jesus will help you, and He'll help your parents too, to show you just how much they really do love you. I know that you love them too, Kenny, really you do! This is just a lack of godly understanding on both sides, I think. I'll pray for you, and the class will pray too. In just a moment, you and the rest of the class will meet someone who will in time help you and your parents to heal.

Chapter 2

That Saturday as Samuel McCarthy worked overtime on his job at Healthsure Insurance Company, he prayed silently, Please heal me of these feelings of discomfort, Lord. He held his breath then let it out again, as George Dickerson strode toward him and the others having lunch in the modest cafeteria there at Healthsure Insurance Company, where he worked. Sam was just one of the health care agents there, but he often felt tired of his job.

George Dickerson, on the other hand, was a new employee working as one of the company's computer technicians. Unlike Sam, George loved his new position and felt he was somewhat special because of it. George was a little too talkative, at least to Sam's way of thinking. George seemed to like to boast some, not only about his work there, but about everything at which he felt himself proficient, such as camping, sports, and landscaping.

Sam was a quiet sort of fellow who enjoyed interesting conversation. Although he also had talents like carpentry, house painting, and some landscaping techniques like George, he also just liked to listen to what others had to say, thereby learning new things on various subjects. But he also felt comfortable enough to interject a few ideas of his own into any conversation with friends, family, or even strangers.

Hello there, George! Sam ventured, being first in greeting the newcomer, as the others at the table followed suit. Are you getting used to this place and your routine around here? he asked.

Sure thing! George responded with a smile. It took no time at all to remember which floor a particular office or unit was on. I'm sure glad about computer and office machine technology. If I knew nothing about them, I'd be up a creek fast, at least for holding my position here, I mean. But there's always other types of employment if you have the skill and know-how, right!

I'm sure you've got that quite right, said a young lady in somewhat of a condescending tone, who was sitting next to Sam. Sam tried to make sure that Jennifer's tone had gone unnoticed by George, who was now enjoying his hamburger and not really hearing the sarcasm in the woman's voice.

Yes, it's good to know more than one thing, Sam agreed, as friendly as was possible but wishing he'd said something else but unable to think of anything more pleasant to say to someone like George.

Say, Sam! George said, looking toward Sam. I'd really like to speak to you, if you have some time later. I mean if you don't mind, it concerns a little problem I'm having.

Sam felt a cold sensation in his chest, followed by a little heat. He reddened some and hoped no one else could see his distress. Why on earth would this guy want to talk to me about anything? Especially any problem he might have, he thought.

Well, sure, George, he heard himself say but not knowing exactly why. Sure, but I don't know if I'll be able to help with whatever it is. Maybe Matt here or even Jenny could help more than I could.

Sam felt badly now that he was trying to pass the buck and involve the others at the table. Lord, forgive me, he silently prayed again, but why me? Why did he pick me?

So that I can heal you, Sam, as you've asked. And I'll begin to heal George too! something inside of him seemed to speak quietly to his heart.

*****

Mrs. Ruth had felt shaky and a little fragmented before her class began and prayed, asking the Lord if it was really His will that she invite a stranger into her home filled with children and let him address her class as he'd asked. It's all right! I will begin a work in this place, and it will then spread to even more places, Mrs. Ruth heard something seem to say. But now, near the end of her Bible study, she stood up before her small group, and clasping her hands together, she smiled once more and asked her little circle if they were ready to meet their special guest.

A unanimous yes rang out, filling the room with an excited stir. Mrs. Ruth gestured with her hand toward the back of the room, where a door was already partially ajar.

Then, class, please welcome, Mrs. Ruth said, with a tremble in her voice, Mr. A. Obadiah, our guest for today!

From within the room in the back stepped a tall figure of a man. And as he came through the open door toward the teacher and the children, he had a wide radiant smile on his face. He stood next to the lady and faced the circle of children. Then Mrs. Ruth again looked at her group, who seemed to be awed now with muted surprise mingled with disappointment, expectation, and quite a bit of misunderstanding. The young man, for he was young, seemed to be a least twenty-three or twenty-four years old at the most. He was dressed in a dark-blue suit, a white shirt with a dark-blue tie with white stripes. He had sandy-blond hair and grayish-blue eyes. He was clean-shaven except for a thin mustache, neatly trimmed and the same color as his hair. His skin was very smooth, but to Sharon, as she watched him, he seemed a bit too white. She was thinking he could use a little suntan lotion.

Mr. Obadiah began to speak. Good afternoon, children, he said with a strong but melodious-sounding voice. I'm here to meet all of you so that we can begin to know each other.

Oh, yes, chimed in Mrs. Ruth. Mr. Obadiah would like to spend a few weeks here in town and would like to visit with each of you personally one day of the week, but each of you on a different day.

Young Joseph looked at Sharon, but she only shrugged. Then he raised his hand to speak.

Yes, Joey, said Mrs. Ruth, acknowledging his raised hand. What would you like to say?

I wanted to ask you, how can Mr. Obadiah see each of us every day, like you said, when we only come here on Saturdays?

Yes, said Mrs. Ruth, clearing her throat, I was about to get to that.

But as she started to continue, Mr. Obadiah interrupted her and raised his hand. Please allow me, Mrs. Ruth. Children, he began, "first, because I want to be your friend, please address me simply as Obadiah. There's no need to use mister. I give you my permission. Will this be all right with all of you?"

The children all looked at one another bewildered, but then all responded positively with a mixture of muffled, incoherent noises.

Good then, smiled Obadiah. Class, the only way I can meet you and visit with each of you one-on-one is by you coming here to Mrs. Ruth's. What I mean is, one of you will come each on a different day until I've met with the majority of you. There may be some of you that I'll release from having to come if you choose to not be involved. But those of you who really want to take part, I'll ask that we all meet together on Monday and then again on the following week, when you'll begin to come just one at a time. I will let you know who is to come and on which day.

How are we going to do that if we have to go to school, Obadiah sir? asked young Paula.

Yeah, broke in Kenny, who had now recovered from his earlier angry episode.

Obadiah motioned for silence then said, Well, children, the only right way is for you to ask your parents. You're to ask them if you may attend two special sessions of this Bible study after your regular school day has ended.

Well, what if our parents won't let us, Obadiah? Paula asked.

Yes, Sharon said.

Obadiah just smiled. Oh, I'm quite sure they'll give you their permission. Perhaps not at first, but they will in the end.

The children again all looked puzzled but said nothing. Then Obadiah warned them by saying, But you must be very sure to ask. I cannot and will not see you unless your parents, both of them, have given you their permission to come.

One child by the name of Steve said he had no father so didn't feel he wanted to take part. Obadiah reassured him with a smile and a wink that he didn't have to be involved if he felt uncomfortable about anything but that he was welcome if he changed his mind. He told the boy that if he did want to come, he must be sure to ask his one parent before coming.

Obadiah closed his conversation with the children by asking, Do I have your promise, children, that you won't try to come without your parents' consent?

Everyone sang out, Yes, we promise, Obadiah!

Now Obadiah turned to Mrs. Ruth, who looked as befuddled as some of her class. Can you be at home during this time, Mrs. Ruth? he asked in a calming and caring voice. I'd truly appreciate it if you would open your home to the children and me for these meetings.

Oh, yes, of course, Mrs. Ruth managed to mumble. I'll be ever so glad to do so!

Thank you, dear lady, said the guest.

Then taking Mrs. Ruth's hand in his and giving it a slight shake before bowing, he turned toward the front door to take his leave. Upon reaching the door, he gently opened it, and as everyone sat watching, he just seemed to vanish. Even before he was seen stepping to the porch, he had disappeared.

Chapter 3

Sam McCarthy made his way to the lunchroom after his shift ended on that Saturday's overtime. He was in a strange mood, not fearful, but not quite himself. What would George need to say, and what could he say in return? As he sat waiting and mulling over these thoughts, George Dickerson appeared in the doorway and walked across the room to where Sam sat. He drew up a chair and sat next to him.

Thanks for showing up, Sam, George blurted out. I didn't think you really would!

I'm here, George, what's up?

Well, Sam, George began, I wanted to ask you about someone. Someone I hoped you might know a little better than my wife and I.

Oh! Sam responded with a look of apprehension on his face while at the same time running a hand through his curly brown hair. Who is it that you're speaking of?

George looked down at the table, a little embarrassed and undecided on how to continue. Well, aw, well, Sam, I just wanted to find out how much you or your family might know about this Jewish woman who's holding secret sessions in her house? I know that some of the neighborhood kids are going over there and seem sort of captivated by whatever it is she's telling them. I think your girl is one of the kids attending. Did you know about that?

Sam let out the gulp of air he'd been holding in, followed by a sigh of relief. Yes, George, I do know who you're talking about, but I'm not into gossiping or talking about other people, if you know what I mean!

Oh, sure! Sure, Sam, but I'm a father too! And I'm someone who cares about our neighborhood. I just wanted to know if you approve of your kid going there and if you might know anything about what sort of stuff this lady's filling these kids' heads with.

Oh, please, George, you're really on the wrong track here. First, these meetings, as you call them, aren't secret at all. Secondly, yes, I did meet this lady. She attends my church, and her name is Mrs. Clara Ruth.

George looked amazed for a second then asked in a whisper, Well, why are these kids going to her house all of the time? Is she teaching them a lot of Jewish customs or something?

Sam frowned and looked closely at George, as if trying to see right into the man. Well, well! George Dickerson, he said. Are you trying to say that you have something against Mrs. Ruth because she's Jewish? Are you against the Jewish faith?

George reddened. No, no! I didn't mean to give that kind of an impression, Sam. I didn't mean to sound like I was prejudiced. I'm not, you know! It's just that I've never known anything about Jewish people. Aw, you see, my boy Joseph asked me about going to this woman's house a couple of times, and I refused to let him go. When he kept bothering me about it, I got upset with him. Then my wife got miffed with me for being so hard about something she felt was minor. But I was firm and told both of them to do as I've asked. That as head of the household, I only wanted what was best for them. Anyway, now Joey and I aren't saying much to each other, and my wife has taken his side. I just thought you could ask your little girl about what's been happening over there. And I wanted to know what you think about Mrs. Ruth and if she's a good influence on these children.

Sam listened to all that George had to say while drumming his fingers on the tabletop, trying to control his thoughts. At last he spoke. "Listen, George, like I've said before, I've met Mrs. Ruth. Both my wife and I have spoken with her briefly, just enough to know how much she loves the Lord. She's Jewish, but she's also an American citizen. I think she said she has grown children someplace but that she lost her husband during some type of an uprising over there in Israel. Mrs. Ruth's a good woman, George! She's holding children's Bible studies in her home for some of the neighborhood children that attend your son Joey's and my Sharon's school.

Yes, Sharon goes to these classes, and she's a sweeter child because of it. It's up to you of course, George. However, you don't have to be afraid to let Joey go to Mrs. Ruth's studies on Saturdays.

George only frowned and whispered, Oh! So it's on Saturdays that these classes are being held?

Yes, Sam said, why?

Oh, I just thought of something my wife had told me.

What was that? Sam asked. If you don't mind my asking. Did she have something negative to say about Mrs. Ruth?

Oh, no, George quickly said. She just says that our son seems to leave the house nearly at the same time on Saturdays lately and always comes home at about the same time, at nearly two o'clock in the afternoon.

Well, George, don't be too hard on him, if what you're thinking is true. Remember what I said about Mrs. Ruth being a good Christian woman who's teaching the Word of God. She really cares about these kids.

Yeah, I believe you, Sam! I guess you're probably thinking the same thing I am, right? That Joey's been going to these classes all the time against my wishes.

I couldn't say, George. It might just seem like that. But if this is the case, what do you plan on doing about it?

I don't know, but I sure don't like him doing what I've asked him not to behind my back and then lying to his mother. But knowing all of what you've just told me, I suppose I'll just give him a good talking to, and afterward I'll just let him keep going.

Good for you, George! Sam grinned and gave George a friendly nudge. I'm glad! You'll be doing a good thing!

Maybe, George said with a groan. I know how to succeed, but I kinda get tired of it. I mean, I get tired of always trying so hard to be right. I get tired of trying to be on top. I just want to make a mess of things once in a while and still like myself and hope that others will like me too.

George looked straight at Sam and confessed, You know, Sam, sometimes I think people really don't like me much because I'm always trying to do things so perfectly. I've always had this need to be right, maybe just a little too much! You know, Sam, I'd sure like to change all of this if I just knew how!

Sam was taken aback, not knowing what to say. But he silently thanked God that George was confiding in him. He said another prayer then smiled broadly. You know, George, he said, self-examination is a good thing. But don't be too discouraged about what you're feeling right now. We all feel this way sometimes. But with God helping us to see ourselves as others do and then, as He answers our prayers, helping us see ourselves as He sees us. We'll be able to overcome most obstacles and flaws we see in our own personalities but also the ones in others. God loves you, George, and I'd like to be your friend if you'd let me!

*****

I saw you leave this afternoon, Joey, his mother, Judith, said. Where were you off to so fast with your little girlfriend, and where have you been going every Saturday? Please don't say to the YMCA. Who was that girl you were with anyway?

She's my friend, Mom, she's just a friend from school!

Well, what's your friend's name?

Joseph looked at his mother with uncertainty. You already know her. It's just Sharon, Sharon McCarthy.

Oh, yes, Judith said, I remember her. She's the nice girl who came to your birthday party last year, isn't she? She's the one who gave you that nice children's Bible as a gift, the one with all those pretty pictures in it.

Yeah! Joey said quietly. The one you keep stuffing all the memory verses in.

Well, his mother said smiling, I just thought by doing that, you'd memorize at least one or two of them.

Joey turned to head toward his room, when his little sister, Sue, came running past him to Judith.

Mommy! the little four-year-old screamed. Jeff's taking all my toys, my dolls and things, and shooting them with his slingshot!

What! Judith said, giving her youngest a hug before calling Jeffery to her.

Yeah, Jeff moaned, annoyed with his sister.

Jeffery, his mother scolded, why on earth can't you use your own things to practice on? Besides, you know you're not to use that slingshot in the house! Please go outside and stop upsetting your sister.

Jeff gave Susie a disapproving glance as he ran outside with his weapon. But when Judith looked around past Susie to finish speaking to her oldest boy, Joseph, he had already left the room.

*****

That evening at the McCarthys, Sharon told her mother, Lydia, about needing to speak to her and her father concerning something important. But right now, upstairs in her bedroom, she thought about the study at Mrs. Ruth's and the strange visitor they had encountered there. I wonder why he wants to talk to each of us all by ourselves, she mused. Kicking off her shoes, she fell back on the pillows. With her hands behind her head, she stared at the ceiling and prayed to the Lord, as she'd been taught to do. She prayed first that her parents would say it was all right to go to the Bible class after school on Monday and, secondly, that she wouldn't be afraid to attend the class, especially on the day chosen for her to come alone to speak with Mr. Obadiah. As she still lay there asking a lot of unanswered questions in her mind, her mother called from downstairs.

Sharon, there's a phone call for you!

Coming, Mom! The young girl scrambled down the stairs at a good pace, excited since she didn't often receive phone calls that were specifically for her.

Who is it, Mom? she asked, approaching Lydia.

I don't know, sweetheart. I didn't ask, but I should have, I suppose. She handed the receiver to her daughter and left the room. She knew she could trust Sharon to have the right kind of friends.

Hello! Sharon said and then smiled as she recognized the voice on the other end. Yes, I can see why, I'll tell my parents. Are you calling all the kids to remind them? Yes, was the answer over the phone. Okay then, Mrs. Ruth! Thank you for calling! I'll see you on Monday. I hope, Sharon thought to herself after she had hung up. She remembered she hadn't discussed any of this with her parents yet.

As Sharon hung up the phone, Lydia came back into the living room.

Well, should I ask you who called, honey? I know it wasn't a boy!

It's all right, Mom, it was just Mrs. Ruth, our Bible study teacher, Sharon assured her mother.

Oh! Lydia said. I didn't recognize her voice. What did she want?

Sharon looked away for a second then back at her mother. It's just about something I wanted to talk to you and Dad about, but can we wait and talk about it when he comes home, Mom?

Lydia seemed puzzled, and with a little misunderstanding in her voice, she answered, Oh! Well sure thing, dear, if that's what you'd like.

All the children received the same phone call from Mrs. Ruth that evening. Now it was up to each child to relay these new arrangements to their parents in preparation for the following Monday's meeting, held after their regular school hours.

Chapter 4

George Dickerson faced his son Joseph in the family's den that evening. He had just let his son know how disappointed he was to hear that he had been disobeying him for some weeks now.

Sorry, Dad, Joey whispered, not looking at his father. But, Dad, you never told me why you were so against me going! It's only a Bible study class, you know! It's not anything bad! First, I wanted to go because I wanted to see where Sharie was going all the time. Then I wanted to go because some of the other kids were going. But then after a while, I really wanted to keep going because I liked hearing and learning the neat things about Jesus and the things the Bible really says. Things like how we kids are supposed to obey our parents and stuff and how parents are supposed to treat us too! Well, I've been feeling kinda bad because I wasn't doing what I learned. I wanted to tell you, Dad, but I was afraid that you'd never let me go anymore. We don't seem to learn too much from the Bible at our church because, well, we never pray together or even mention Jesus and Bible stuff here at home. I guess that's why Mom keeps putting those Bible scriptures in my Bible. But you do love Jesus, don't you, Dad, doesn't Mom?

All this was too much for George since he'd always been the expert about most things. The person who knew exactly how to get things done the right way. Now here was his eleven-year-old boy making him see that he lacked knowledge concerning an important subject, more important than some others he'd been able to understand and master.

Say now, George said softly, aren't we talking about how you disobeyed me?

Yes, sir, Joey responded in a tearful voice.

Well, Joey, I really do believe that you're sorry. I can see that you wanted to be with the other kids, and I believe you when you said you wanted to learn more about what the Bible teaches. You know, learning more about God is a fine thing, so I'll forget your childish mistake this time and let you continue going to these Bible studies.

You will, Dad? Gee, that's great! Thanks! Oh, but there's something else I gotta ask you though.

George tried to fix the smile on his face, trying hard to keep it. However, a slight frown slowly crept across his face instead. What is it now, Joey?

Well, aw, Joseph stammered. We're supposed to…I mean, our Bible class is supposed to all go to Mrs. Ruth's after school on Monday, if it's all right with our parents.

Why? was all George managed to say.

Joey put on as big a smile as he possibly could and gave his voice a most pleasant and excited tone. We're doing a special project, Dad, a project that takes all of us together!

George had to smile again, getting caught up in his son's excitement. What is it? he laughingly asked.

It's a surprise! We just all have to be at Mrs. Ruth's to get things started.

Well, I don't know about this, Joey, his father said slowly.

Please, Dad, it's okay! Remember, it's about the Bible and Jesus!

George kept his smile this time and tousled Joey's hair. All right, son, I'll tell your mom, but promise me that you won't keep things from me from now on. I want to know what you're up to and what you're involved in. Besides, I need to learn more about Jesus too, and you can help me learn as you learn. Is it a deal?

Joey was beside himself with the joy his father had made him feel, so he almost shouted in his happiness. Yes, sir! It's a deal!

*****

Samuel McCarthy felt a little emotionally drained that Saturday evening after visiting a church brother who had had a misunderstanding concerning his role as husband, as instructed and admonished in the epistles. Sam made a special visit to Martin Sims and his wife, Rita, in order to try and bridge a little riff between them. Sam read and explained to the best of his ability and his understanding the passages in 1 Corinthians chapter 7 and Ephesians 5. Concerning both husbands and wives and their treatment of one another. Sam hoped that the Apostle Paul's teachings on mutual love and respect for each other would help Martin and his wife to patch up their differences.

After dinner that evening, Sharon asked her father if she could talk to him and her mom. I guess so, sweetheart, Sam said. But knowing and feeling how tired he was after working on a Saturday and then visiting with Martin Sims and his wife afterward, he only breathed a big sigh. What's it about? he asked Sharon.

It's about something at our Bible class, that's all, Sharon answered. They were all in the living room, and both of her siblings were also present.

Does Mrs. Ruth want you to help teach the next class? Ethan, her older brother, chimed in. That would be something quite different, but you might be able to do it, Shar!

Dad, can I just talk to you and Mom alone, please? Sharon pleaded.

Sam leaned back in the recliner he was sitting in and said in a bewildered tone of voice, Ethan, will you and Tammy please go upstairs for a while. Thank you.

Mommy, I want to stay down here with you and Daddy, little Tammy cried.

Lydia just smiled, giving Tammy first a motherly smile and then a do as you're told look. The child whined a little then followed Ethan from the room.

Honey, Lydia said, turning to Sharon. What's so important or private that your sister and brother can't be in here?

It's not that private, Mom, but it's important, at least to me! I just didn't want Ethan or Tam to interrupt any of our conversation, that's all.

Okay, Shar, we're here, Sam broke in. What did you want to speak to us about?

Are you feeling all right, Dad? Sharon managed to ask, thinking Sam looked and sounded a little disgruntled.

Her father perked up as well as he was able after she said this and reassured her, saying, I'm fine, honey, I'm just a little tired. Don't worry, everything's fine.

Sharon darling, her mother said, tell us what you wanted to say.

Sharon took a big breath of air then began. Well, you see, Mrs. Ruth has asked all of us kids to meet at her house after school on Monday. We're going to be enlisted in a special activity.

What sort of activity? Sam asked.

Aw, I don't know yet exactly, but it's important, I think.

Sam closed his eyes a minute then ran a hand through his hair before asking, Why is it more important than the Saturday classes you've been having, and how is it that you don't know what it's all about?

Sharon looked saddened and asked her father if he trusted her.

Of course I trust you, Shar, but this sounds a bit strange. Maybe I should call Mrs. Ruth and get a little more information about this!

Yes, I agree! Lydia quickly added.

Oh, you guys! Sharon moaned and plopped down on another chair, facing her parents. I don't know if I can explain it or if you'll even understand. Because none of us kids really understand what happened yet either, but that's why we have to meet on Monday.

Happened! Lydia said, just a little too loudly. What is it that happened?

At this point, Sam sat up straight in his chair and looked even more bewildered than before. What are you trying to tell us, Sharon? What's been going on over there?

Don't jump to conclusions, Dad, please! Sharon cried. Nothing bad has happened or will happen, okay? Oh my goodness! Sharon groaned in her frustration of how a few words seemed to be making such a large and mixed-up problem. All right, all right! she cried at last, waving her hands back and forth before her face, trying to block more uncertainties from colliding around her. I'll try and start from our meeting this afternoon as a beginning.

Sam and Lydia were all ears now, as Sharon haltingly continued. Well, she began, today Mrs. Ruth told us we were going to meet a very special guest at our Bible study. So after our regular study, just before the class ended, Mrs. Ruth announced the guest to us. He was a Mr. Obadiah by name. I don't know if that was his first or his last name, he never said. But he'd been present during the whole class, I think, and just came out of a back room there in Mrs. Ruth's house.

What on earth! Lydia cried in disbelief.

Now, Lydie, hon, Sam cautioned his wife, soothing any fears she might be starting to have, let her finish.

Well, aw, Sharon went on, Mr. Obadiah seemed very nice but somewhat mystical. He was very tall and very nice looking. He had blondish-colored hair, a mustache, and gray-blue eyes. But like I said, he was very nice and spoke to us in a strong yet soft-sounding voice, and he looked at each of us like he knew us already. I think though that he looked a little bit too white, like he'd been in the shade too long or in a place where there was no bright sunlight, almost like he was fading. But I'd never tell Mrs. Ruth what I thought.

Sharon stopped long enough to try and read her parents' facial expressions, but she couldn't tell if those expressions seemed like something good or something bad.

Go on, sweetheart, Sam encouraged. It's okay, we're still listening.

"Well, then Mr. Obadiah told us that we could just call him Obadiah and not use mister. Then he asked that we meet with him on Monday, all together, at Mrs. Ruth's and again next week, one at a time and by ourselves. He made us promise not to come or even try to come unless we spoke to each of our parents first, to get their permission. He told us he couldn't see us if our parents didn't say it was okay. But it was kinda funny because before he left, he asked Mrs. Ruth if it was all right with her that he meet with each of us during the next week after school. Then again, just before he left, he took Mrs. Ruth's hand, bent over a little as he shook hands, and then turned toward the front door. When he was at the door, he opened it wide to step out, but the strangest thing is, when he did open the door, he seemed to just disappear before he even walked through it to the porch. And the door just closed by itself."

After Sharon finished speaking, there was silence in the room for about six seconds. Sam McCarthy looked at his wife, and his wife looked at him. Goodness! was all Lydia managed to say. Sam had a perplexed look on his face. He groaned and got up from where he sat and began to walk back and forth in front of Sharon and Lydia, then he stopped abruptly. He turned to Sharon and tried to smile. Honey, he said rather quietly but with a little shakiness in his voice too, I think you may be imagining all of this.

No, Dad, I'm not! Sharon cried. Everyone saw and also didn't see the same thing. It's all true, believe me! You can even ask Joey Dickerson. We talked about it all the way home today.

Sam! Lydia said. Maybe you really should call and speak to Mrs. Ruth about all of this. It just sounds rather vague and very strange.

Sam faced his wife, saying, You're quite right about that, dear. Yes, I'll give Mrs. Ruth a call, and right now!

He walked over to Sharon, put both hands on her shoulders, and spoke softly yet firmly. Shar, sweetheart, I have to consider you're telling me the truth as you saw it. But before I can give you any permission, your mother and I have to find out more about what you've told us and more about this strange person you've described. I'll talk to Mrs. Ruth, and depending on the information she gives me, I'll know better if it's safe to let you continue going there, even on Saturdays!

With that, Sam left the room and headed upstairs.

Sharon looked devastated, but her mom came close and gave her a big hug. It's all right, baby, it's going to be all right. After all, Shar, you must admit that even you and the other children don't really know why this man came to Mrs. Ruth's or why he needs to see each of you alone like this. Your dad will be gracious, I'm sure, when speaking to the lady, and he'll by all means have some answers for us both afterward. All right?

Sharon wrapped her arms around her mother, saying, Okay, Mom, I hope so.

Chapter 5

That same evening at the Dickerson residence, Joey had just remembered the second part of what he was supposed to ask his father, the part about each child arriving at Mrs. Ruth's on a different day for a conference with Mr. Obadiah and by themselves. When he finally got the courage to confront George about this, George balked at the new development, even though Joey had not mentioned all that Sharon had told her folks concerning Mr. Obadiah's shadowy exit from Mrs. Ruth's house. Nevertheless, his dad didn't need to hear all the details. He told his son straight off he wouldn't allow Joey's involvement until he had more information. So Joey's parents, like Sharon's, had come to the same conclusion: something strange was taking place at Mrs. Ruth's Bible studies.

Most of the other parents felt the same way about the stranger at the home of Mrs. Ruth. However, a few gave their permission, based solely on the fact that the teacher was a Christian and a valued member of a fine congregation. Samuel McCarthy did, in fact, call to speak with the teacher, and their conversation went as follows:

Hello! answered the teacher when her phone rang that evening.

Hello, Mrs. Ruth? Sam said.

Yes, this is she, she answered.

Mrs. Ruth, this is Samuel McCarthy, Sharon's father. I'm calling because I wanted to speak with you about the invitation you've given the children. You know, about them coming to your home on Monday and then during each day of the following week, after their school day ends. I hoped to find out more about why this is necessary and also about this young man who was introduced to them?

There was a soft chuckle on the other end, before Mrs. Ruth responded, "Oh, of course, I understand, Mr. McCarthy. I'll try to explain it all to you in the best way I know how. But first, I must tell you that you have nothing to fear, sir!

"You see, I met Mr. Obadiah about a month or so ago. I had gone to the church to gather some study materials that the ministers of the children's church had ordered for me and my Bible group. I encountered Mr. Obadiah in the church library. I was startled when he spoke since I didn't think anyone else was there. He rose and came toward me, smiling, and as he introduced himself asked if he might offer his assistance in carrying some of my packages. I wanted to say ‘no, thank you' and move away, but he was most insistent. I could see that he truly only wanted to help, so I gave in, thanking him for his generosity. Then, as he gathered some of the books, tablets, and other things, piling them into his arms. I said again, ‘Thank you, Mr. Obadiah!' However, he interrupted me, saying nicely, ‘You may just call me Obadiah, that will be quite sufficient.'

"I finally introduced myself as well, and we walked out of the library. Along the way, he asked if I was a member here. I said yes and explained to him why I was there picking up all this material. I told him about my Bible studies and explained that all the children were also members of a church and that they truly loved God and were very faithful in attending the Bible studies, which were held in my home. I was then able to ask him a little about himself. I asked if he was a new member of the church, as I didn't recall seeing him here.

"‘Yes,' he said. And then he told me he was a new member but only at this particular time. That he too greatly loved the Lord, being intent on serving his God in each and every way he was commanded!

"‘Oh!' I said. ‘How wonderful you sound!' However, he made me feel as if he did indeed have a command from the Lord. Something vitally important, by the tone of his voice and the mystic look on his face as he spoke these words. Well, it made me tremble inside. And as I watched him, he seemed different from most of the young men I've encountered, both Christian and non-Christian. He looked like other young men to some degree, but there seemed to be an aura about him which set him apart and which seemed to change his very essence! He was so eloquent in his movements and he had a look of, oh, I don't really know how to explain it. But the gaze of his eyes when he looked at me was as if he could see right through me, like he could see my thoughts, almost as if he'd always known me! I was all aflutter but managed to ask him where he was from. He only smiled and said that he, while here, comes from many places, yet none of them were his home and could never ever possibly be.

"Well, Mr. McCarthy, I felt at this point frazzled and split in my own feelings. I began to feel some discomfort in this man's presence because his demeanor was quite odd, and yet I felt something strangely soothing in his voice, which at times seemed to sound a little distant, almost like an echo. Then in spite of myself, I was bold enough to ask him where he was living during his visit in our city. He said that our good pastor was gracious enough to let him stay in a small rear cottage, there on the pastor's own property. Well, sir, after we parted that day, I didn't see him again for at least a couple of weeks. But then, one Monday morning, my doorbell rang, and when I opened the door, to my amazement, there stood Mr. Obadiah. He asked if he might speak with me about something, so I invited him into my home.

"When we were seated there in my living room, I asked if he'd like coffee or anything else I might be able to serve him. He declined my offer and immediately came to the reason for his visit. He asked me right off if I loved these children I taught each week. ‘Well, of course I love them, like they were my very own,' I said, quite puzzled. ‘Do you believe that they belong to the Lord?' he asked. ‘Yes,' I answered, feeling rather ruffled by these strange questions. His next question took me by some surprise. I couldn't understand the reason for these questions or his genuine concern for the children or for me as their teacher. Yet I felt an eagerness to hear his next inquiry. I had now started to warm some toward this uncommon fellow because I began to see that he really did care about these children, and it seemed that they were in some way a part of God's will, which was to be done by this man.

"His next question was this: ‘Do you believe that God could or that He even would use children to accomplish the work of His kingdom?' I was taken aback. I knew the answer, but I almost didn't know how to express it. ‘Your answer, Mrs. Ruth,' he said, encouraging me to speak at last, and I thought I saw his eyes flash as they seemed to stare straight into mine. ‘Oh yes, yes, of course! God uses anyone He chooses. I truly believe this,' I told him. He smiled at me, saying, ‘I know that you do, dear lady.' Then he told me there was something that the Lord wanted to accomplish using these children, and as God used each child, He would also make changes in the lives of the others they would meet. He then asked if I trusted God and if I trusted him enough to speak with these children at a few of the Bible study classes, sometime in the near future. He then explained to me exactly what I believe little Sharon has told you. He told me nothing more after this but said he would wait and explain the rest to me at the same time he told the children.

He told me that he must visit the class, where each child would be told to ask their parents about what he would ask them to do. So when he came to our study, he made it mandatory and a Christian obligation for them to get permission from not just one but from both parents for his meeting with them. This was done this afternoon, and I do believe you have absolutely nothing to worry about, Mr. McCarthy. I will be here for every visit, and these times with Mr. Obadiah will be held in my home, which I've always considered to be the Lord's. I try hard to be a godly person, Mr. McCarthy, but I must tell you that I now believe in this young man.

Sam was amazed and felt warm inside. For a moment, he couldn't speak.

Are you still there, Mr. McCarthy? the teacher asked at last.

Yes, uh, yes, I'm here. I guess I wasn't expecting to hear all of this. I feel that I really can trust you with Sharon and the other children and I should no longer feel fearful. Yet I hope Mr. Obadiah will tell us—the parents, I mean—what these children are going to be required to do.

Oh, I'm sure he doesn't intend to leave any of you in the dark. I know he'll let all of you know. I'm also sure that he will want to meet all of you after the children have started to have these meetings with him for whatever he'll want them to do concerning the Lord's work.

After this phone conversation, Sam felt weird, but a good kind of weird. Wow! He sighed then hurried downstairs to inform both Sharon and his wife about all he'd been told.

*****

George Dickerson could think of no one to talk to about these group meetings being held at Mrs. Ruth's except Sam. But when he tried to call, the line was busy, so he had to wait a good while, and when he at last got Sam, it was late in the evening.

Hello there, George, Sam said, hoping that whatever George wanted would not take too long. Lord, I'm so tired, he thought to himself as George began to speak.

Sorry, Sam, I know it's a little late, but I knew I probably wouldn't be able to get you tomorrow, with it being Sunday and all.

It's okay, George, Sam responded. What can I help you with?

Well Sam, I don't want to sound like a broken record or anything, but it's about that Bible class again.

Oh yeah, I know about that, George, so I'll try and ease your mind and let you know that everything is all right. I had a long phone conversation with Mrs. Ruth a few hours ago. I was also concerned about what Sharon told her mother and me, so I felt I needed to get a better explanation than what my daughter was able to give me.

"That's great, Sam! I'm glad you've already guessed why I'm calling. I'll be glad if you can clue me